I know you’re thinking I should be waiting until Monday to celebrate, but when you’re all polka dotty like we are here (not literally), we like to celebrate birthday weekends. Sometimes birthday weeks. And if it’s my birthday, it can go on for the whole darn month.

I cannot believe my baby is ten. Holy smokes. Kinda makes you weepy and happy all at the same time.

He was a week late in joining us. I walked and walked and walked that last week, trying to entice him to enter the world. I ate eggplant parmesan after a pal told me it was a sure fire way to bring on labor. I ate spicy foods. I walked more. Finally, on the evening of the 22nd, I was sitting on the couch eating a pint of Ben & Jerry’s chocolate brownie frozen yogurt when I felt real labor pains kick in. Woohoo! (My guy would do anything for sweets, come to find out later.)

So, a great big Happy Birthday to my sweetie, Mister Steel! Life would absolutely never have been as fun or as adventurous without him.